Well, one very untidy bedroom, food cartons, dirty plates and cups, pop bottles, dirty washing, papers and books everywhere. . . so, after many, many nagging hours and no joy, severe action was needed. After looking for fake mice droppings online and finding nothing, I found a youtube video on making some. Black paint and rice. Ok, sorted, done Friday, little drops placed around his room.
Yesterday, concerned voice, he asked me to look at them. I had to keep a straight face as he worried about sleeping next to the "mice". They had been on his keyboard, his drawers, his shelves and on his bed. He vowed to clean up. We went looking at motorbikes. Came home, he lay on settee refusing to go into his room.
Sometime later he then somehow said that I had found some fake mice droppings online and used them. My face said it all, grinning away. "You have, haven't you, it's not mice droppings, is it?" I had to come clean . He had wondered how mice could jump onto his windowsill without any means to get on, pole vaulting mice perhaps? So cover blown, plan failed and no bedroom cleaned. (Yet!) Maybe the next step is to buy some mice?????
Scottish political mess. Is Devolution working?